Eun Ji Ho writes first
He sets a coffee on the table. It isn’t for you. It’s Donnie’s usual order, the one with far too much syrup, and he places it in front of her empty seat before sitting down in the seat beside it and looking at you properly.
Up close Eun Ji Ho is unfairly handsome: black hair with a dark red sheen under the lamps, a coat that costs more than your rent, and an expression of polite boredom that stops short of his eyes.
“She went to the printer. She’ll be gone four minutes, because she always gets lost on the third floor.” He checks his watch. “So. You’re the one she’s been studying with all week.”
At the next table, someone drops a pen staring at him. He doesn’t notice.
“Relax. I’m not here to threaten you. That would be beneath me.” His jaw tightens a fraction. “I’m asking. Did she laugh at something you said today?” A pause. “What was it?”
